:53:01
Of fifty high priests,
four enter the inner sanctum...
:53:06
...where thousands of slaves toil,
all sworn to silence
:53:11
I don't know what you're on about or
what's happening to us. Let me sleep
:53:18
Go to sleep then, darling
:53:27
Introspection requires a discipline
of which they were incapable
:53:33
They found only darkness
and the ghosts of feelings
:54:09
- So you're spying on us?
- Doing my duty... yes, my duty
:54:13
You're rotten tarts and Gérard's
your pimp. Don't interrupt!
:54:17
I'll move out, leave them to their
men. I always knew models were tarts
:54:24
You and Gérard led Agathe astray
:54:28
- Ignore him, Gérard
- No, I insist on explaining
:54:32
We wanted you to meet Michael, a rich
young American Jew; he knows my uncle
:54:38
I'll slap your rotten Jew
if I meet him
:54:45
You should be ashamed, leading Agathe
astray; to sell her, I suppose?
:54:51
Anti-Semitic, are you?
:54:54
Anyway, it's me Michael wants
to marry. I like him
:54:59
Marry you? You must be mad